If These Walls Could Talk (American Horror Story Asylum FanFic)

Chapter 9

The common room was unusually loud for today, as if all the patients shared the same anxiety I did about what I had witnessed yesterday.

A man in a dark suit sat across from Kit Walker and they spoke in hushed voices. I tried to read their lips and failed, deciding instead to read their body language.

Kit's was stiff. His shoulders were bunched up to his neck and his hands kept closing into fists.

The man across from him had straight posture, while at the same time looking serene. His hands were splayed open on the tabletop and his feet lay flat on the floor. Unlike Kit's; who were bouncing up and down at a rapid rate.

If Kit is here, then where is Emma?

I failed to see her anywhere in the common room so she must have been in her own room for the day, probably still upset with me. Although I didn't blame her.

It must've been only a week since I've been in here but I already had at least fifteen pages worth of notes of everything that had happened to me and to others.

Somebody shrieked on the other side of the room and slapped their hand against the window, startling the bird that was perched on a branch on the tree outside. When the bird flew away the patient started crying, letting out wailing sobs that started to disturb the other patients. A cacophony of screaming erupted, completely covering up the noise of the gramophone.

This went on for a few minutes, with orderlies struggling to hold down the patients who were flailing their arms and screaming.

Then, the double doors slammed open and Sister Mary Eunice walked in.

"Quiet!!!" she shouted.

All of the patients went silent and turned to stare at her. The only sound heard was the gramophone still spinning the record with that insufferable song.

She strolled over to where the music player was, swaying her hips in a suggestive way. She lifted up the stylus, letting the song come to a screeching halt.

She addressed the room. "There's a big storm tonight so we will put on a movie for all of you. It's called The Sign of the Cross. It features the deaths of many Christians."

Her blue eyes turned to mine. "What fun."

Then she walked out of the room, swaying those damn hips of hers under her habit.

What's up with her? This isn't the same nun I met when I first came here for my interview.

My brow unconsciously furrowed, as it did whenever my mind began to churn with ideas.

Maybe it's possible to escape tonight, while everyone is paying attention to the movie.

Maybe...

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I sat in the common room for the rest of the day, my leg bouncing up and down with nervousness as I waited for the movie to be put on so I could try and escape once more.

I watched as the orderlies moved the furniture to the sides of the room and set up rows of folding chairs in the middle. A man in a suit came in and was helping set up.

I recognized him as the same man that I saw before who was speaking to Kit.

I got up from my chair and stood next to him.

"Excuse me."

"Yes, how can I help you?" he said.

"I saw you speaking with Kit Walker the other day. Are you a doctor, from the outside?"